The barber of choice when we were growing up in SE7 was a small place in Charlton Church Lane ... next to Hindwood's on the corner of Floyd Road. Where Sainsbury's is now.
As kids, we had to sit on a plank of wood stretched across the barber's chair.
I have a recollection of listening to the radio there as England beat Mexico 8-0 one glorious midweek afternoon.
Anyone else able to carbon date a haircut when they were 9?
That was Andrews. Still there and run by his son. I was taken there from about 6 upwards.
in fact Andrews is further up the road.
The barber that I'm talking about is where I described. Between the Barclay's bank and Hindwood's. Your place is up the hill beyond Wellington Gardens.
Quite a different place. Maybe they moved premises?
No, I know the one you mean. Dark and dingy looking place.
The barber of choice when we were growing up in SE7 was a small place in Charlton Church Lane ... next to Hindwood's on the corner of Floyd Road. Where Sainsbury's is now.
As kids, we had to sit on a plank of wood stretched across the barber's chair.
I have a recollection of listening to the radio there as England beat Mexico 8-0 one glorious midweek afternoon.
Anyone else able to carbon date a haircut when they were 9?
That was Andrews. Still there and run by his son. I was taken there from about 6 upwards.
in fact Andrews is further up the road.
The barber that I'm talking about is where I described. Between the Barclay's bank and Hindwood's. Your place is up the hill beyond Wellington Gardens.
Quite a different place. Maybe they moved premises?
Wellington Gardens is where I used to go as a kid for haircut
The barber of choice when we were growing up in SE7 was a small place in Charlton Church Lane ... next to Hindwood's on the corner of Floyd Road. Where Sainsbury's is now.
As kids, we had to sit on a plank of wood stretched across the barber's chair.
I have a recollection of listening to the radio there as England beat Mexico 8-0 one glorious midweek afternoon.
Anyone else able to carbon date a haircut when they were 9?
That was Andrews. Still there and run by his son. I was taken there from about 6 upwards.
in fact Andrews is further up the road.
The barber that I'm talking about is where I described. Between the Barclay's bank and Hindwood's. Your place is up the hill beyond Wellington Gardens.
Quite a different place. Maybe they moved premises?
Wellington Gardens is where I used to go as a kid for haircut
The barber of choice when we were growing up in SE7 was a small place in Charlton Church Lane ... next to Hindwood's on the corner of Floyd Road. Where Sainsbury's is now.
As kids, we had to sit on a plank of wood stretched across the barber's chair.
I have a recollection of listening to the radio there as England beat Mexico 8-0 one glorious midweek afternoon.
Anyone else able to carbon date a haircut when they were 9?
That was Andrews. Still there and run by his son. I was taken there from about 6 upwards.
in fact Andrews is further up the road.
The barber that I'm talking about is where I described. Between the Barclay's bank and Hindwood's. Your place is up the hill beyond Wellington Gardens.
Quite a different place. Maybe they moved premises?
Wellington Gardens is where I used to go as a kid for haircut
George’s used to be next door to the bookies (Coombes). Both of which were opposite the station. Amount of times you would be left with half an haircut whilst he nipped next door for a punt.
The barber of choice when we were growing up in SE7 was a small place in Charlton Church Lane ... next to Hindwood's on the corner of Floyd Road. Where Sainsbury's is now.
As kids, we had to sit on a plank of wood stretched across the barber's chair.
I have a recollection of listening to the radio there as England beat Mexico 8-0 one glorious midweek afternoon.
Anyone else able to carbon date a haircut when they were 9?
Yep, that was my place too, mainly because my Dad took us along when he had his hair done. When they trusted me to go along on my own at about the age of 7 or 8 I quickly ditched the short back and sides for something called a "Boston" cut (think JFK) thus causing outrage to mum and dad I subsequently migrated to a "Beatles" cut about 1964 which excited claims of "wasting money".
When I was about 14 my barber asked me if I needed anything for the weekend.
I didn't really know what he was talking about then, but no matter, I didn't need anything for the weekend in any case. Sadly that situation remains the same today - some 54 years later.
When I was about 14 my barber asked me if I needed anything for the weekend.
I didn't really know what he was talking about then, but no matter, I didn't need anything for the weekend in any case. Sadly that situation remains the same today - some 54 years later.
Reminds me of the barbers that opened up a few years back next to the post office by the station, seem to remember they had eagle design(s) in the windows, allegedly, they were advised by the OB to remove/change it.
The barbers in the 50's had done their training previously in the Army. They only knew to use the electric razor, shaving your hair off like a bloody sheep and then combe & scissors to trim the top of your hair.
The cut was a short back and sides with the electric razor all you heard was the Bzzzzzz of the crap thing. So they used this back & sides leaving a blob of hair on top of your head trimmed with scissors then smacked a blob of brylcreem on top of your head. You came out of the barbers with bits of hair all down your neck and back itching like F. While you waited for your turn for the shearing they would have music while you work on the radio on the light program as it was called which was bad enough. It was not a good experience. For kids they used to put a plank across the sides of the chair and you climbed up so the barber didn't have to bend his back.
In the 60's stylists as they called themselves started to open up. What a relief that was, college boy (as it was called) haircut with a Boston back and no brylcreem, thank god.
The barber of choice when we were growing up in SE7 was a small place in Charlton Church Lane ... next to Hindwood's on the corner of Floyd Road. Where Sainsbury's is now.
As kids, we had to sit on a plank of wood stretched across the barber's chair.
I have a recollection of listening to the radio there as England beat Mexico 8-0 one glorious midweek afternoon.
Reminds me of the barbers that opened up a few years back next to the post office by the station, seem to remember they had eagle design(s) in the windows, allegedly, they were advised by the OB to remove/change it.
The sign 'Crystal Barbers' was put up and then removed!
Interested in the name of the pub. Where did Antigallican come from I wonder?
Several former London pubs were called the Antigallican, a name derived from hostility towards the French around the time of the Napoleonic Wars. The most notable of these was the Antigallican Tavern, an establishment of dubious repute that stood in the now-lost Shire Lane near Temple Bar.
The Antigallican Hotel in Charlton may have been so named by a French émigré landlord who was anxious to demonstrate his loyalty to the Crown.
We lived in Woolwich Road so the trams ran past the door. Was only four when the last tram left Greenwich tram depot but can remember playing outside and boys putting pennies on the tram line to see them flattened.
We lived in Woolwich Road so the trams ran past the door. Was only four when the last tram left Greenwich tram depot but can remember playing outside and boys putting pennies on the tram line to see them flattened.
Should have been Millwall supporters instead of pennies.
The barber of choice when we were growing up in SE7 was a small place in Charlton Church Lane ... next to Hindwood's on the corner of Floyd Road. Where Sainsbury's is now.
As kids, we had to sit on a plank of wood stretched across the barber's chair.
I have a recollection of listening to the radio there as England beat Mexico 8-0 one glorious midweek afternoon.
Anyone else able to carbon date a haircut when they were 9?
That was Andrews. Still there and run by his son. I was taken there from about 6 upwards.
in fact Andrews is further up the road.
The barber that I'm talking about is where I described. Between the Barclay's bank and Hindwood's. Your place is up the hill beyond Wellington Gardens.
Quite a different place. Maybe they moved premises?
think the bloke who owed that (back in the 80's) was called George - he had a cracking combover, he moved and opened another shop in Welling High St, near the Turnpike
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That was the original Andrews.
Both of which were opposite the station.
Amount of times you would be left with half an haircut whilst he nipped next door for a punt.
Anyone remember a 3/4 parting brush back????
I didn't really know what he was talking about then, but no matter, I didn't need anything for the weekend in any case. Sadly that situation remains the same today - some 54 years later.
The cut was a short back and sides with the electric razor all you heard was the Bzzzzzz of the crap thing. So they used this back & sides leaving a blob of hair on top of your head trimmed with scissors then smacked a blob of brylcreem on top of your head. You came out of the barbers with bits of hair all down your neck and back itching like F. While you waited for your turn for the shearing they would have music while you work on the radio on the light program as it was called which was bad enough. It was not a good experience. For kids they used to put a plank across the sides of the chair and you climbed up so the barber didn't have to bend his back.
In the 60's stylists as they called themselves started to open up. What a relief that was, college boy (as it was called) haircut with a Boston back and no brylcreem, thank god.
An early view of 'Seb's bridge' with the bank, newsagents, barbers and Hindwood's (estate agents) on the right hand side of this picture.
Several former London pubs were called the Antigallican, a name derived from hostility towards the French around the time of the Napoleonic Wars. The most notable of these was the Antigallican Tavern, an establishment of dubious repute that stood in the now-lost Shire Lane near Temple Bar.
The Antigallican Hotel in Charlton may have been so named by a French émigré landlord who was anxious to demonstrate his loyalty to the Crown.